This is not the same as the enthusiastic man Xiao Ming described when she woke up that day.
"Sister Su, I, I'll go have my blood drawn too. I'm also type AB." At this time, Xiao Ming spoke hesitantly.
But he looked like a sickly person, and after taking just two steps he started seeing stars and breaking out in a sweat.
"Don't go. You are weak and have a fever. You won't be able to withstand having your blood drawn now." Su Muyu felt a little relieved.
She didn't know that after hearing her words, Xiao Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It almost got exposed.
A moment later, Xiao Chen came out of the emergency room.
His face was a little pale and he walked a little unsteadily.
"Xiao Chen, are you okay?" Song Ziyan rushed over and supported him.
"It's okay." Xiao Chen forced a smile.
"I'll go buy you some milk." Song Ziyan helped him sit down and rushed out.
Xiao Chen sat on the steps to rest. Su Muyu was silent for a moment and then said, "You also have AB blood type?"
Xiao Chen closed his eyes, did not answer, but nodded slightly.
Seeing that Xiao Chen's face was frighteningly pale, Su Muyu asked, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, I won't die." Xiao Chen shook his head.
The last time he had his blood drawn, his face was also pale and he had stars in his eyes.
My body became weak and it took me more than half a month to recover.
He has always been in good health, so he shouldn't be so weak after having his blood drawn. He doesn't know what happened exactly.
Su Muyu's concern for Xiao Chen caught the attention of Xiao Ming.
He stared at Xiao Chen with a vicious look, wishing he could pull out Xiao Chen's tendons and skin him alive.
At this moment, the door to the emergency room opened again: "There's not enough blood. We need at least 200 milliliters. Does anyone have AB type blood?"
Xiao Chen frowned and stood up with the help of a pillar: "How about I smoke some more?"
"Are you trying to kill yourself? You've already pumped 400cc." The doctor was stunned and scolded, "Sit down and rest. I'll go ask some more questions."
Xiao Ming stood aside in a daze. He even felt Su Muyu's gaze on him.
He had no choice but to act sickly again: "Ah, I feel, I feel dizzy."
Su Muyu was helpless. She withdrew her gaze with a hint of disappointment in her expression.
She walked forward and rolled up her sleeves: "Please take mine. I also have AB type blood."
"Okay, come with me." The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and took her in.
Xiao Chen glanced at Su Muyu in surprise.
He lived two lives. In his previous life, he loved this woman madly, but he never really understood her.
In his opinion, Su Muyu is the princess in Jiangcheng circle.
She is high and mighty, detached from the world, arrogant and cold.
But he didn't expect that such a person would actually draw his own blood for a boy he didn't know.
As soon as Su Muyu walked in, Song Ziyan came back with milk.
Xiao Chen drank the milk and felt better.
Seeing Song Ziyan's worried face, he smiled and said, "I'm fine, don't worry, I'm just a little dizzy, maybe it's because of the blood test."
"Are you really okay?" Song Ziyan still looked worried.
"It's okay, look..." Xiao Chen wanted to punch to show off his biceps.
However, the moment he raised his arm, he discovered that there was a purple mark on the wound on his arm.
The mark was not obvious, only the size of a baby's fist.
Several blue veins coiled around the mark, like leeches penetrating into his muscles and sucking blood.
He was stunned for a moment. He had also discovered this mark after having his blood drawn three years ago.
I originally thought that this was due to blood vessel constriction caused by blood drawing, but today it seems that is not the case.
This mark is more like some kind of symbol.
And when he was weak, this part of his arm would turn faintly blue.
"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Xiao Chen stunned, Song Ziyan asked with concern.
"It's okay, let's go back." Xiao Chen withdrew his arm and smiled casually.
He didn't take the mark matter to heart and decided to go back and ask his master. He should know what was going on.
Song Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief, nodded slightly, and left with Xiao Chen.
At the Xiao family, Xiao Ming suddenly screamed while taking a shower.
"What's wrong, Mingming?" Xiao's father and mother were surprised and rushed to the bathroom.
Xiao Ming was shirtless, and he looked in horror at a mark the size of a baby's fist on his arm.
The mark was raised, as if it was deeply embedded in his body.
The mark was exactly the same as the one on Xiao Chen's body, but in a different direction: Xiao Ming's was facing upwards, while Xiao Chen's was facing downwards.
"Mom, what's wrong with my arm? Am I going to die?" Xiao Ming howled in horror.
Father and Mother Xiao were stunned, then looked at each other.
Father Xiao quickly comforted him: "Mingming, don't be afraid, this thing is here to protect you."
"Bless me?" Xiao Ming asked nervously.
"Yes, I will bless you. Don't worry, you will get better soon." Father Xiao comforted him with a few words, and then the two of them walked out.
"Did it work?" After exiting, Xiao's father was both happy and worried.
"It seems like it's finally working, God bless you." Xiao's mother muttered, "May my Mingming be healthy."
"But...will Xiao Chen's health get worse?" Father Xiao was a little worried.
"I don't care, I just want Mingming to be fine."
Xiao's mother's originally gentle face turned ferocious at this moment.
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